It's a happy time to study quietly – and without exams, especially when it's next to a child like Xiaohua who loves to learn. It's just that a question raised by Xiaohua began to bother Zhao Mai.

"If the whim is a useful hint to the One by the Origin Force or the Will of the World, the most important goal of the Will of the World is one's own survival. So for the Z worm who can replace the will of the world and threaten no less than Nakwusi from another level, why should the will of the world help you, the great commander of the Z worm?"

It's a tough contradiction, but there's more to focus on right now. After a lot of arrangement, the Z bugs finally caught the fleet that was sneaking up on it, and successfully tracked it, surrounding them while they were finished taking a break in space teleportation.

The other side has a total of more than 4,000 ships, although the size is different, but they are basically the same shape, and it is obvious that they are standardized warships, forming a high and low collocation and complementary functions. Most of these ships have a disc-like hull to facilitate the placement of weapons in all directions. The largest disc is almost a thousand kilometers in diameter and can even be compared to a super-large starfish mothership. In order to be able to drive such a huge ship to teleport in the multiverse, it specially installed a power bracket under the disc, like a grip under the barrel of a pistol, and then extended additional propulsion and hyperspace teleportation systems. The hull of the battleship is a bit like ceramic, and it is all painted in a sinister black, but it still reflects a brilliant brilliance in the light of a blue sun.

Due to the size of the portal, the giant starfish mothership could not be reached, so none of the Z-bug biological battleships on the scene could compare the size of the opposing flagship, and the number was only a hundred, although it was constantly increasing. However, the person is small but ambitious, and the little gardener Long crossed his waist, held the microphone tightly in his hand, and began to shout to the other party like a standard wheat ba.

"This is the little patrol of Z bugs, who are you, where are you going, what are you going to do?"

The other party did not answer, so Gardener Long tapped his finger on the microphone and blew gently. Because I didn't hear a thumping or buzzing sound, I asked, "Is this fried thing any good?"

"Guaranteed to be easy to use, Soft Cute Commander! The Fried Teeth have been using this intercom on the battlefield for a long time, and the other party will definitely be able to receive it!" The green orc lieutenant was on the side with a package ticket: "We used this when we robbed the Ring Alliance, and we can receive their angry replies in a while, and we can also display images." ”

"I think in order to complete the mission better, don't make the Queen angry, and use the alliance's standard intercom. Gardener Dragon's words hurt the Fried Teeth' hearts a little, so they secretly spat upwards a few times while carrying the Alliance intercom, expressing their contempt for the Alliance's creations.

So the little gardener dragon issued another warning to the opposite fleet with a microphone in one hand, but there was still no response. The fleet on the other side was still firmly in the air, absorbing energy from the sun next to it at its original rate. The gardener dragon found that no one was paying attention, and suddenly felt very sad, and squatted on the ground and began to cry. Seeing this, Fried Tooth was furious, snatched the microphone from the gardener dragon, stomped his foot, and yelled inside: "Rob, hand over your ID card, and the plan! Apologize, take off your pants and leave! This is the Bomby Tooth fleet that has done everything in the universe, over!"

The black disc fleet will not respond like a dead man, and it looks like it is soft and hard, waiting for change, and underbeating. At this moment, he exploded his teeth and had such a hot temper, and he was about to shout into the microphone at that time, but fortunately, the gardener dragon who reacted pulled the corner of his mouth, and then pulled it back.

"We don't have enough of them. The gardener said in a milky voice, and the fried teeth smiled, and immediately understood the spirit: "Fried teeth, call brothers, copy guys, prepare to blow up!"

The order was spread through the "I Wonder Good Use Radio" and everyone sped up. Every Tooth Bomb battleship — a steam engine space shuttle with patches, or a more advanced internal combustion engine, and a nuclear-powered propulsion ship that only the Tooth Bosses can use — has a striking red button. It is about the size of six 8-inch pizzas stacked together, and most of them are accompanied by an equally striking warning sign, often decorated with neon or flamethrower lights, that reads "Press Down" in flying and exaggerated lettering.

Only the captain is entitled to press this button, and others who press it will be tied to the bow of the ship and made a bow portrait for ten days. To make a shipwreck portrait in space, without a spacesuit, and only the fried teeth who are particularly convinced that they can survive and have been thinking about survival can hold on.

Hearing the order to assemble, the captain raised his finger high, and the other crew members of the crew turned envious eyes to the sacred finger stained with peanut butter or jelly, and untied the safety rope on their body one by one. "Captain, Captain!" they shouted in unison, and Captain Bombard's eyes lit up as he pressed the button.

The entire ship will crunch, as if it will disintegrate in the next second. However, with the will of the whole ship to blow up its teeth, the ship will not be finished, but will suddenly burst ten times faster, ignoring all kinds of physical rules and engineering constraints such as teleportation, faster-than-light, or curvature - although the use of a steam engine to achieve space flight is already a shame on the face - and rush to its destination.

Huge vibrations reverberated throughout the ship, and the fried teeth that had untied the safety rope flew up and down, like the cubes of ham in fried rice, doing Brownian motions in the cabin along with various parts, weapons, and ammunition. They laughed loudly and enjoyed the pleasure of super-high acceleration and violent bumps, even if they were hit and vomited blood. It's a crazy gathering of fried teeth, a mix of a circus and an acrobatic club, and it's a cosmic carnival.

The Chimera and the Starfish Mothership are biological space miracles, pursuing speed, perception (reconnaissance) capabilities, environmental adaptability and transportation capabilities, and their appearance reflects the beauty of living beings. The ships knocked out by the bombers were all battleships, rough and heavy, sticking out of the barrels from all angles, of different thicknesses and sizes, ready to fire "Saruman explosive" propulsion shells at any time.

The hideous barrels made the ships look like porcupines, and the red buttons made the ships that arrived quickly tremble, and sprayed hot white steam into the vacuum around them. The Fried Teeth have already arrived at the scene one after another, all to support the gardener dragons. They used various "I Think" microphone systems to shout to the opposite side, and found the field in their own way.

There is no fleet in the multiverse that can withstand the onslaught of the tooth-blasting language without going crazy, even the mechanical life will collapse in anger, and the autopilot can be dizzy. But what the hell is true today, those discs don't pay attention to the fried teeth at all, and are still slowly absorbing energy and slowly turning on the space engine.

Wait?Turn on the space engine?The gardener dragon blinked, thought of the Blade Queen's words, and nodded to the fried teeth.